This kid loves the water (actually, both these kids love the water.) Most pictures of “baby’s first bath” include a bright red, screaming infant and very frazzled looking parents. Nora’s first photos included a very calm looking (rather yellow) newborn. At eight weeks we went to the seashore in Delaware and we dipped her toes in the Atlantic. At eleven weeks she went swimming in the hot springs in Ouray, Colorado (she went completely limp). At seven months she splashed in the Caribbean. (Is this kid indulged, or what?!). At eight months she would attempt to literally LAUNCH herself out of my arms into the bathtub, whether there was water in it or not. And last Friday she attempted to scale the wall of the bathtub to get in. It may have been a busy weekend, but we decided it was in everyone’s best interest to take advantage of the warm and sunny weather and hit the Lancaster pool for family night. She was a hoot to watch, and managed to drink most of the pool water all by herself. Swimming lessons start in August. We’re expecting a mini Michael Phelps within a year or two (without the bong, please). But no pressure, Nora. No pressure.
